December 4, 1992 (age 15)

Well, today was Friday. Quite uneventful. I took a history test today. I never read the chapters, listened to his lectures or studied, except for study hall right before the test. Me and Liz spent those 45 min. totally cramming. I think I got a B or so.
Yesterday, Gwen got a one-day suspension. She was chasing two boys and they ran in the boyz room and she followed them. So the principal came in and they all got in trouble. Except she got suspended. I think that is so stupid. I can't believe he did that. What a jerk.

Liz told me that he's been taking our notes and reading them. She's seen some on his desk. God. I hate him. I hope he read a few about him. WHAT A NOSY JERK!

Tomorrow night, I am going to babysit for these people with 4 or 5 kids. I think she only wants me to watch one. I hope so anyways. The one I know of for sure is a baby girl. Hopefully everything will work out.

I guess it's time to mention my lover. I don't know what to do with him. He was in a bad mood today. I don't know why. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore. I'm just joking, but I do hope that if there is ever a time when he stops liking me that he won't string me along. I want him to tell me so we can get on with our lives.

I found out today that Dylan isn't the "goodest boy" in his family. His parents (according to Dylan) like his brothers better and he gets into trouble the most in that household. How sad. I always thought he was the favorite son.